#vampirenico

6. the sweetest thing they have done

oh i don’t know if there’s one specific sweet moment i could pick out :(( i really don’t know if i could pick one thing... there’s so many things he’s said and done that make my heart just . 😭 fucking lose it... but i guess, just like when he said he started doing the weekly vlives so he could be there for us and be around so we could maybe smile or have some relief... and he does them at night usually (kst 😭😭) so that stays who have trouble sleeping can have someone there... just the thought that he cared that much that he wants to spend a whole hour chatting with us and recommending music... that really makes me feel more love than i could ever begin to explain

12. pick 3 things you like the most about them

😭 omg ... ridiculous how i’m supposed to just pick 3... um, i really love channie’s laugh like... u know when he starts squeaking/wheezing instead of making any sound 🥺 omg i fall in love all over again... it breaks my heart how cute he is .... and also his way with words.. like when he’s talking and he says things i think he’s really eloquent and even in a clumsy way he has some sort of prettiness when he’s speaking... and i think i’m also very appreciative of the fact that he is so in tune with his emotions and that he feels a lot and he talks about his family and how much he loves them and his friends and skz and stay and music and producing... like he is filled with love and never ever tries to deny the love and warmth he exudes... like he’s just so genuinely warm and bright and he makes me so happy dnndkdksks :((

Nico Talorien had never attended a slave auction before.

Well, not until today.

Just before entering the gates to the arena, he passed by a high wall on his left that was nearly twice as tall as he was. Inside, he heard a plethora of spoken languages: some he recognised, and some that he did not. He picked out some English from the crowd, some other Earth languages, a bit of the Orion’s native tongue, a rough snatch of Klingon here and there, a bit of Cardassian...it was an odd mix, and he had difficulty isolating all of the linguistic strains. He himself spoke Vladari first, but he didn’t hear it or any of the languages from his native world of Shazzar emitting from the enclosure.

Thank the Gods for that. He wouldn’t want his family, friends, or another Shazzaran here.

Passing through the gates, he paid the standard auction admission fare and moved towards a large stage in the front. Several beings who were manacled at both their hands and feet stood above the crowd. Each wore a leash held by another being. None of the slaves being auctioned dared look anyone in the eye, but stood (or perched, in the case of a bird-like being) with their heads bowed. 

In the center, one humanoid caught Nico’s eye. They had short, dark hair that appeared spiked in some spots, disheveled in others. Their body was lean, yet muscular. They seemed to emit a quiet fierceness even as they stood on stage, head lowered. 

This one seemed very interesting to the vampire. And...he had plenty of gold-pressed latinum to bid.

The Vladari count among their ancestors the Mordokkians, a warrior race of white-skinned humanoids with fangs. The Mordokkians used to drink the blood of their defeated enemies, as well as hunt victims for blood at night. When they arrived on Shazzar in the late 21st century, they nearly wiped out all of the human and Andari colonists by their night hunting. 

Because of this, the Vladari have constructed a very non-violent culture with emphasis on abstaining from interpersonal violence and consuming flesh. However, if a Vladari undergoes extreme psychological trauma, they become susceptible to their ancestral bloodlust. They will experience it as an extreme craving to drink living blood, and if allowed to prolong, this will cause them to go mad and lose their sense of reason. They will hunt their victims at night to satisfy this hunger.